First of all I wan' thank my connectThe most important person with all due respectThanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bagThe Nike shoe box for holding all this cashBoys in blue who put greed before the badgeThe first pusher whoever made the stashThe Roc Boys in the building tonightOh what a feeling I'm feeling lifeThanks to the lames, niggas bad aimThanks to a little change I tore you out the gameBullet wounds will stop your bafooneryThanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogyTo Lil Kim and them, you know the women friendWho, carry the work cross state for a gentlemenYeah, thanks to all the hustlersAnd most importantly you, the customer

[Chorus]The Roc Boys in the building tonightOh what a feeling, I'm feeling lifeYou don't even gotta bring ya paper outWe the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house(We in the house, hou-, hou-)The Roc Boys in the building tonightLook at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this iceYou don't even gotta bring ya purses outWe the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house(We in the house, hou, hou)(We in the house, hou, hou, hey!)

Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a scorePick any place on the planet, pick a shoreTake what the Forbes figure, then figure moreCause they forgot to account what I did with the rawPick a time, lets pick apart some storesPick a weekend for freaking for figure foursI figure frauds never hit a lick beforeSo they don't know the feeling when them things get acrossPut ya hand out the window, feel the forceFeel the Porsche, hit the frostIce cold, jewels got no flawsDrop got no top, you on the top floorPink Rosay, think OJI get away with murder when I sling yayNiggas got less steps then BritneyThat means it ain't stepped on, dig me?

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Red Porsche's, rare portraitsRed glocks if you dare come near the fortressThis apple sauce is from the apple orchidThis kinda talk is only reserved for the bossesWhich means I get it from the groundWhich means you get it when I'm aroundRich niggas, black bar mitzvahsMazel tav, it's a celebration bitches, la heimI wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my timeCheers, toast to crimeNumber one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme